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Dead Dog Run

Dead Dog Run Henry Riekert Appalachian Heritage, Volume 20, Number 4, Fall 1992, pp. 50-55 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1994.0018 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/435992/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 20:18 GMT from JHU Libraries FICTION Henry Riekert It was a too hot, too early morning in late July 1974, about a month before I left home for college, and a couple of weeks before Dick Nixon left Washington, D.C, because he really was a crook. It was the last summer I worked for the Boyd County road department, cleaning up run-over animals for spending money. We called it dead dog run be- cause that's what everybody called it. My co-workers were Homer Maddox and Brack Turner. They both had worked for the road department nearly twenty-eight years—ever since graduating from high school together. They used to stand all day behind Men At Work signs until they supported the wrong man for county judge and now they were on dead dog run with me, the summer help. I got the job because my dad supported the right man for county judge. The day began like most days on dead dog run. We each http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Dead Dog Run

Riekert, Henry.
Appalachian Review , Volume 20 (4) – Jan 8, 2014
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Henry Riekert Appalachian Heritage, Volume 20, Number 4, Fall 1992, pp. 50-55 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1994.0018 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/435992/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 20:18 GMT from JHU Libraries FICTION Henry Riekert It was a too hot, too early morning in late July 1974, about a month before I left home for college, and a couple of weeks before Dick Nixon left Washington, D.C, because he really was a crook. It was the last summer I worked for the Boyd County road department, cleaning up run-over animals for spending money. We called it dead dog run be- cause that's what everybody called it. My co-workers were Homer Maddox and Brack Turner. They both had worked for the road department nearly twenty-eight years—ever since graduating from high school together. They used to stand all day behind Men At Work signs until they supported the wrong man for county judge and now they were on dead dog run with me, the summer help. I got the job because my dad supported the right man for county judge. The day began like most days on dead dog run. We each

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